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(birds chirping)

DEWEY: Let me go!

MALCOLM: Get off it!

REESE: I can't breathe!

Ow!

(crashing)

(loud arguing)

(glass breaking)

(snoring)

MALCOLM: Leave the squirrel alone

and get the fire extinguisher.

Reese, no!

(crashing)

DEWEY: Blood tastes funny.

You better be naked when I get back.

Done.

* Yes, no, maybe

* I don't know

* Can you repeat the question?

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* And you're not so big

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* And you're not so big

* Life is unfair.

REESE (softly): Malcolm.

Malcolm.

(screaming)

How was that even remotely fair?!

That's for us all having to go

to your stupid Krelboyne picnic today.

You think I want you to go?

My special class is having a family day,

and if that's not bad enough,

it's on the weekend that Francis is home.

I'm going to look like a total idiot in front of him.

Pretty bunnies.

Pretty bunnies.

Luckily, I've got a brilliant plan to get out of this.

(retching, coughing)

Oh, poor baby.

Yeah, I'm sick.

No, you're grounded for pouring

perfectly good vegetable soup in the toilet.

And you owe me 49 cents.

(flushing)

I don't understand why you don't want to go

to this picnic, Malcolm; I think it sounds like fun.

Yeah, sitting on the grass, eating barbecue.

It's Krelboynes.

It's not going to be on the grass

because half the class is allergic.

And don't expect any meat, either,

because they all voted not to serve anything

that ever had a mother.

Cousin Nancy doesn't have a mother.

That's right. She has two daddies.

Oh, man, two guys as your parents?

That house has got to be a dude's paradise.

HAL: You know,

there are a lot of proven health benefits

to the vegetarian lifestyle.

In fact, I've been seriously

considering it myself.

LOIS: It'll be nice to meet the other parents.

I'm sure they're much better

than those carnival freaks in Reese's class.

What a horrible bunch of people.

Amen to that.

Well, this just sounds like a blast to me.

Why do I have to go, again?

Because it's a family picnic, Francis,

and you're a member of this family.

Oh, right, see, I just keep forgetting that,

being forced to live a thousand miles away

at military school and all.

Well, I can't wait to see this academic circus.

I bet it's really cute. It's not a circus.

It's a bunch of social misfits doing a bunch of weird stunts

to show off how smart they are.

What's your weird stunt, honey?

Just some lame thing-- nothing you want to see.

You've got to get me out of there

before my turn comes.

Why? What's the big deal?

It just is, okay?

I don't want to do my act.

All right, relax.

We'll hang out for, like, 15 minutes,

establish your presence.

Then we'll go over the fence, like at Grandma's wedding.

(sighs)

That's why I love this guy.

Welcome!

Welcome one and all!

Run away with us and join the circus!

The academic circus!

Oh, no.

My teacher.

Malcolm, thank goodness.

I was so nervous.

I had a dream you didn't come, and I was

being chased by something big but invisible and...

Never mind.

You're here, and that's all that matters.

Hello, little guy.

Ready to leave your family and join the circus?

Oh. Huh?

Little lower, son.

Oh, look at all your little friends.

Hi.

Hi, there.

They're not my friends.

They're a bunch of geeks and losers.

Malcolm's in the house!

(chanting): Malcolm! Malcolm!

Malcolm! Malcolm! Malcolm!

(chanting continues)

I'm going to kick so much Krelboyne ass today,

it's not even funny.

Go, Malcolm! Go, Malcolm! Go, Malcolm!

Easy.

You got all afternoon.

We're getting out of here in 15 minutes, right?

Make it ten.

Yeah.

Ooh, hello.

And who might you be?

What?

Nothing.

Hello. I'm Lois. This is Hal.

We're Malcolm's parents.

That's very nice.

I'm Dorene. These are the girls.

Hello, it's nice to meet you all.

Yeah, it's really...

...whatever.

Hope everybody likes brownies.

Oh, my, that is so thoughtful.

Are those nuts? Walnuts.

Oh, gee, we can't have that.

Some of the children are severely allergic to nuts.

Oh, my gosh, I had no idea. Whose child is allergic?

Well, no one in this class specifically,

but you can never be too careful.

Believe me, this isn't meant to publicly humiliate you.

I'm sure they were delicious.

Oh, hi-ya, fellas.

Hey, there.

What's your pleasure-- nature dog,

health patty, tofu square?

Good God.

Want me to brown that chicken leg a little more for you?

Well...

looks like I got here just in time.

Gentlemen...

behold.

Is that... meat?

Nothing but.

Hi.

Hey.

So, uh... you here?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

Hey, Stevie.

Can't stop... to chat.

Got to get... my chemicals...

in the shade.

I thought you were doing your report on oscilloscopes.

Changed to... catalytics.

It's more... exciting.

Right?

What do you care?

I'm up... after you.

So?

Following you...

is like...

following Streisand.

Well, don't worry about it.

You won't be following me.

Why?

Have I been... bumped?

Francis, what are you doing?!

Come on, the coast is clear and...

It's already been ten minutes and...

We're not ditching out, are we?

(quiet chatter)

A small pack of Krelboynes has ventured out of hiding

to bask in the afternoon sun.

Their defenses down,

they're an easy target for nearby predators.

(sniffing)

They sense danger, but it is too late.

Their hesitation is fatal.

(roaring)

(frightened yelps)

(panting)

And the circle of life goes on.

Kafkaesque, isn't it?

Huh?

Never mind.

Kick his butt, Alphonse.

Wait... wait.

Here it comes.

Yes, there!

I've arrested the cellular mitosis!

Thank you, Dabney.

That was riveting.

Our next act needs no introduction,

having been the buzz of last year's math fair.

Please welcome Flora Mayesh

and Fermat's Last Theorem!

Hello? Is this...?

Testing.

So, I understand that Malcolm has quite the vocabulary.

Yeah, he's just yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, all day long.

Well, that's not the vocabulary I meant.

It seems that he's taught

several of the children the "R" word.

The "R" word?

I'm sure it's just something he picked up off the street--

certainly not at home.

Yeah, well, "R" you, lady.

So, this is going well, right?

It's pretty much everything I expected.

So, you ready, Malcolm?

I mean, you're all set, right?

Sure.

Good.

I'm... ready.

Thanks for... asking.

You know what's so great about our relationship?

It just still feels so fresh, you know what I mean?

Totally.

HAL: All right, take it away.

I need two burgers and a dog, Hal.

Coming up. Dewey?

Thank you, sir.

All right. Thank you.

What have I told you about raw meat, son?

I'm not.

Dad, I want you to meet someone.

This is Jody. Hi.

Oh, it's so great to finally meet you.

Francis talks about you all the time.

Oh, yeah?

You, too.

(sighs)

I'm so glad that went well.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give to you the Nixon electromagnet.

(whirring hum)

(loud clang)

(muffled yelling, sobbing)

This is going dreadfully.

Am I wrong?

Please tell me I'm wrong.

Excuse me.

For what?

(sniffing)

This is it.

You're almost... up.

Stop reminding me.

Nervous?

No, I just don't want to do this.

Don't you ever get sick of being a Krelboyne?

Of people thinking you're some kind of freak?

You are...

what you are.

Accept it.

Not without a fight.

You're harshing... my buzz.

Don't let... anyone...

mess with... my stuff.

You know, in the wrong hands,

these chemicals can make a pretty powerful stink bomb.

These hands look wrong enough.

(sniffs)

And this field trip to the historic ghost town,

I think we all know what that leads to--

the occult, devil worship,

state colleges.

So, then, it's agreed

that the trip will be canceled.

Wait a minute-- you can't decide that.

You didn't even vote.

I was only going by the general tone

of the group.

General tone?

I haven't heard a peep

out of any of these other women all day.

What, you all agree

with what Mrs. Control Freak here is saying?

Well...

Phyllis!

My name isn't Phyllis!

And... no, I don't feel that way.

WOMAN: I don't either! I never liked...

My husband told me I should stand up to you

after I came home from that bake sale in tears.

(women arguing)

My soy burger...

it's bleeding!

This is meat!

We're eating meat!

Oh, my God!

(retching)

We're eating meat!

(retching continues)

(yelling)

REESE: Get out of the way!

ERASERHEAD: Come here!

(all arguing)

(people shrieking)

Okay, the difference between a stink bomb

and a level-three toxic biohazard

is apparently two extra drops of sulfur tetra-oxide.

I'm totally suing that Web site.

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

(people chattering)

WOMAN: Where are you, honey?

I want... our seat.

(sobbing)

I'm kind of conflicted.

On the one hand, I ruined Caroline's picnic

and very possibly endangered a hundred lives.

On the other hand, now I don't have to do my act.

(whimpering)

Did you miss me?

Mm-hmm.

So who was that girl with her hands all over you?

What girl, the paramedic?

She was making sure I didn't inhale any toxic fumes.

Oh, I'm sure you loved every moment of it.

God, would you quit nagging me?

Well, maybe if you paid a little more attention to me.

More attention?

You're smothering me.

I need space.

Oh, you'll get your space.

We're through.

Fine by me.

Here's the school ring you gave me.

The teddy bear key chain.

Your shirt. Your two poems.

The book you lent me.

Your Depeche Mode tape!

Oh, and here's your gum.

I love Krelboynes.

And I swear, I'm not just saying that.

Why would I?

Nice hang time.

Well, it's really a simple function

of the tensile strength of the elastic waistband.

(sinister chuckle)

(crying)

I brought you a hamburger.

This should make us even, right?

(sniffling)

Thank you.

Is this meat?

Uh, it might be.

Look what I've been reduced to.

(sobs)

Okay, well, um...

I'm going to...

Oh, Malcolm, I'm so sorry.

Huh?

I know how much

you were looking forward to doing your act...

especially with your family here.

I failed you.

No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

After today, they're going to fire my ass so fast.

(crying)

My parents were right.

I never should have left the cannery.

(sniffling)

Want another hamburger?

(crying): Yes!

I do. I do.

I really do.

(muttering)

(sobbing)

Can you believe it? Meat.

I don't know about you, but I'm outraged.

I want you to know that I am going to see to it

that you never serve on a school committee,

hold an office or even so much as set foot

in a PTA meeting as long as I can help it.

Is that a promise, lady?

'Cause I'd really like to get that in writing.

I should have expected as much

from the mother of a foul-mouth thug.

What he's even doing in this class, I don't know.

Oh, I see you made a friend.

Yeah. Tomorrow we're going shopping for shoes.

Oh.

Academic circus?

Well, you certainly got the circus part right.

This is the biggest debacle I've ever seen.

I guarantee you Principal Littledove

is going to hear about this.

Exactly. He sure will, from all of us.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes. All women suck.

No, I mean... you'd still like me

even if you found out I was a freak, right?

And the family wouldn't treat me any different, right?

Dude, we already know you're smart.

Yeah, but...

Never mind.

Just don't say I didn't warn you.

Look, it's Malcolm!

GIRL: Hey, hey, Malcolm's going to do it, guys!

The PTA is online, missy.

Are you aware of the power of the Internet?

(excited chatter)

Hey, everyone, look!

Look, Malcolm's doing it. He's doing it.

Hey, shut the hell up!

(chatter stops)

Um...

could somebody please show me some credit cards?

Okay.

The numbers on them are:

3699-7412-6823-

9140 and... 3424-

1804-1835-3668.

He's right!

Okay.

If you add the individual digits on each card,

you get 74 and 66.

If you multiply those numbers, you get 4,884.

How do we even know he's right?

Oh, he's right.

MALCOLM: 4,884 squared

is 23,853,456.

The square root of 4,884

is 69 and 885/1,000.

The square root of that is eight and 3,597/10,000.

Factor it!

The factors are 232 and 73.

Multiply it by pi.

26 and 261/1,000.

Cube it! 584 and 214/1,000.

What's the arc tangent?

89 and 9/10 degrees.

Natural log! 6 and 3,699/10,000.

What's the reciprocal? 17/10,000.

In base eight!

11,431.

What's the capitol of Iceland?

Reykjavik-- but that's not math.

Why can't you do that?

Cellular mitosis.

What are we paying your tutor for?

Do you have any brothers?

No.

(sobs)

Hey.

Hi.

So, um... how you been?

Fine.

You look good.

Yes, it was.

It was a wonderful circus.

So many people were worried...

Was it as bad as I think it was?

Man... you killed.

That's what I was afraid of.

Sorry you didn't get to do your act.

Shove... the sympathy...

showboat.

He fell on his butt and everything.

He was just, like, dazed.

Is Malcolm a robot?

No, son, he's just smart.

Very, very,

very, very, very, very smart.

Hey, Malcolm...

How many fingers am I holding up?

(laughter)

Shut up.

Analyze what I had for lunch.

(burps) (laughter)

Get off me, you moron.

You know what I don't understand?

How you can rattle off all those numbers,

but you can't remember to brush your teeth.

HAL: Hey, who's for Burger Barn?

(cheering)

Burger Barn! Burger Barn! Burger Barn!

(laughter)